I--- Batman Caballero De La - Noche

The slash in his chest emblem is not a bat, but the jagged silhouette of a murciélago —a spectral, long-tongued nectar bat, sacred to the old ways. His cape is not Kevlar, but a stiff, midnight-black capa woven by the blind weavers of the Sierra Oscura. It deflects bullets with a sound like shattering obsidian.

El Sacerdote laughs, revealing teeth filed into fangs. "You think a disfraz frightens us, murciélago ? This is not your precious Gotham. Here, the night belongs to us."

He snaps his fingers. From the shadows of the colonnade, they emerge: —five masked luchadors, their bodies augmented with smuggled cybernetics. One has a jaguar’s claw for a hand. Another spits acid from a tube grafted to his throat. They are the Junta ’s answer to the Bat’s myth. i--- Batman Caballero De La Noche

A child, peeking from a doorway, whispers to her mother: " Mira, mamá. El Caballero de la Noche. "

"Mercy," the priest whispers.

He drinks. He doesn’t swallow. He breathes .

"Now every time you pray to your vulture," Batman says, "you will see who truly watches over this noche ." The slash in his chest emblem is not

" Buenas noches, buitres, " he growls, a voice like grinding gravel and rosary beads.